Teresa locked herself in her office most days, probably planning my demise. She hadn’t spoken to me since I showed her the stills—which was kind of stupid, if you thought about it. Why piss off the guy with the blackmail? At least my nipples had stopped bur— “You going to use that controller or stick it up your ass for the rumble?” “Huh?” I looked up to find Tits staring at me, the lights from the ceiling fan reflected in his glasses. Speaking of nipples. “You said you would play.” I didn’t miss a beat. “You said you would start the game.” Since I’d already done a sweep of the neighborhood, and I didn’t plan on visiting the fam until tomorrow, Titsy and I were having a man-date. Junk food, movies, and a gameathon he had no hopes of winning. “Mmm…” I hugged my controller as the start screen appeared on the TV. “Gratuitous violence. My favorite.” “Shut up.” We played all through the night, destroying a bag of pretzels, a carton of beef jerky, and what was left of Tits’ manly figure.
